Summer has arrived and so has a wonderful post by Rurousha over at her blog. I have decided to write an ode to both her and summer as it is a season that I have recently grown a fondness to. Note that I am basically rewriting her blog post as if it was my own, so a lot of it will sound similar.
May is when the windows are opened in Tokyo and the great summer breeze flows through the apartments. It is a time to enjoy the cool winds and prepare for the unrelenting stale air of mid-summer.
It is a time when you head to the station hoping that the suit you are wearing doesn’t become see-through due to perspiration. You yearn for June when CoolBiz starts so that you don’t need to wear a tie or a jacket, but then you fear the grey shirt you are wearing will look like it came out of the wash when you reach your destination!
The heat and the humidity are still tolerable in June and the rains start to beat down to keep things cool from time to time. You just have to be wary of the people in parasols as you snake your way through the busy streets. No longer do the women only use parasols, but some men are starting to do the same!
Your choice in clothing went from long sleeve shirts and thick jackets to a solitary t-shirt in bright colours that are bright enough to blind every person passing by! You scoff at people who wear shorts as your legs are pale and white and will never have a decent tan unless you head to the beach. Shoes are always constant but flip flops are de riguer for neighbourhood trips.
Your skin keeps getting darker and darker with each passing day. You roll up your sleeves and wear sunglasses till you get an unsightly tan. You look like a Danpa (or reverse panda) or some kind of tanuki. You wear it with pride to say that you are an outdoors person and had time to get out into the sun. You don’t care about cancer as life is too short to worry about these things.
You bask in the sun as you type away on the balcony doing work that should be done inside. You can’t help but take the extra few steps to enjoy the “fresh” air of Tokyo.
You head to the park where you plop down with your supermarket lunch, sitting under a tree with the other families on holiday. The kids run all around and water games are played. The old men sit on the benches in the shade enjoying a quiet time away from their wives. The park is alive and you’ll be there every chance you get, unless it is raining.
At night, you head back to the park where instead of watching the people play, you play. You bring a 6 pack, find a bench, and chat with a good friend till the middle of the night. You watch all of the stragglers heading home or jogging in the middle of the night and work on plans to escape the regular 9-5 life you have.
It’s also time to enjoy this wonderful song because you grew up to Uncle Phil being your TV father and Will Smith was a cool rapper that your parents would let you listen to.